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Aug 2013
He said
You talk with
roofs on our shoulders,
I know, you forgot
that brick houses
have doors.
there’s a crack,
somewhere,
but you’ve glued it with
mascara
There’s no point in roofs
if your house is already filled with water
He asked
Are you scared
if you allow it to flow
your house will turn out to be
empty?
Didn’t you know
you’re already raining all the time,,
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